Dad: I have know Dale Anderson, we have known Dale Anderson, for twenty years. We started at the same plant together. (spits chicken into PAUL's mouth) And, ah, and then, I got transferred when the kids were really little.

Mom: Yeah, in fact I think that you guys probably played together when you were little.

Paul: The chicken is so great, Mom.

Mom: Oh, thank you sweety.

Karen: What just happened?

Paul: Oh, that, we played together when we were little kids. Kinda neat, huh?

Dad: Here comes some corn!

Paul: All right!

(DAD spits chewed up food into his mouth)

Mom: Corn is my specialty

Paul: Mmmm, mmm. Mom, you are on your game tonight.

Mom: Oh, thank you.

Karen: What are you guys doing?

Dad: I'm feeding him.

Karen: Yes, I see that. But why that way?

Paul: Karen, I thought I told you, my salivary glands don't function properly. And on top of that, I have really weak teeth.

Mom: They're like little pieces of chalk.

Paul: Mom, they're not that soft. I'm not a baby.

Karen: Paul, you never told me about this.

Paul: Are you sure? I- I could have sworn I told you.

Karen: No, Paul, you didn't tell me. I think I would have remembered if you'd told me your father chews your food for you and spits it up into your mouth!

Mom: Do you need some butter, Karen?

Dad: I know I do. (butters his bread)

Paul: Karen, did we not have a wonderful first date?

Karen: Well… yes, it was great. It's just that, you know, right now I'm feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Dad: Well you're going to feel even more uncomfortable if you miss out on this delicious sourdough. Paul?

Paul: Yeah.

(DAD spits bread into his mouth)

Karen: Ok, isn't there any other way you guys can do that?

Dad: He's got no saliva!

Paul: Dad, don't ruin this.

Dad: No, Paul, I'm not going to ruin anything, but I get tired of this! Now Karen, do you have any idea how many women Paul has brought here for dinner that just turn around and run through that front door after the first regurgitation! But you've stayed! You've stayed for three!

Paul: Dad, please!

Dad: It needs to be said, son. There's something special about you, Karen. I could tell it when I shook your hand. But maybe I was wrong.